A Kiss

Prompt:
french-kiss, with lots of details between
Gojyo and Hakkai. sex isn't necessary.

Summary : Sometimes a kiss is so much more…

Disclaimer : Sadly, Saiyuki does not
belong to me. I wish it did =) Just having some fun. Don't sue me, I don't have any money anyway.

Random
Notes: Oh god, the fluff lol Written
for an Anonymous Saiyuki Kink Meme prompt. This
one is probably one of the least kinky fics from the
meme but I enjoyed writing it.

I
have no idea what it is about Hakkai's kisses that make them so sweet, but
Gods, I could die happy in a lip lock with that man. And fuck,
sometimes it is like death and like dying because you know it will
eventually end and even death would be better then having to pull away, because
if you die like that then you truly are in heaven.

At
his fiercest and most passionate he'll entwine his fingers in my hair and pull
me close, quickly convincing me to part my lips so his tongue can dart in and
out of my mouth, around my lips, against my teeth. My tongue is always
more then happy to reciprocate the attention; to join the dance, to twist and
lick and wrestle with Hakkai's equally talented tongue. I'd guess that by
now we know the insides of each other's mouths like that back of our hands;
every bump, every line.

Sometimes
he will play rough, but not always. Sometimes he takes it into his own
hands, pulling me away with his grip on my hair after he has pulled me in so
close. And as he pulls away his tongue slides from my mouth and I can't
help but whimper, because I never want him to pull away. But he does that so he
can nibble at my lips and lick them and blow on them and, oh fuck, that
is the most amazing feeling ever. He's not even in the room right now but
just thinking about his warm breath falling against my lips is starting to make
me hard.

While
he's giving attention to my neck and shoulders my lips are quivering, wishing
for his to return, wanting to feel his tongue against them again. He knows
this, and sometimes he'll remove a hand from my hair and gently caress my lips
with a finger and he continues to bite and kiss my neck, my shoulders, my chest. It's a substitute, something to lick and bite
and suck on, but it's not fully enough. It's like giving a smoker a piece
of gum when all he really wants is a damned cigarette. Trust me, I know.

Eventually
he will return his lips to mine, he's as addicted as I
am. He wants it just as much as I do. We are quick to allow our
tongues to dance once more, twisting and turning and licking like junkies
trying to feed an addiction. No matter how long it lasts, it's never long
enough, and once again he is pulling away and planting his kisses down my neck
and chest; on my nipples, my stomach, along the edge of my pants. God I
want to pull him back up to my lips but I know where he is going now and I know
what he is going to do as he unzips my pants and lets them fall to the floor.
He takes my rock hard erection in his mouth, in another sort of kiss, one that
make my tongue jealous even though the rest of my body hungers for it…

FUCK. Now I'm as hard as I
am in my memories and Hakkai is still running about town getting supplies and
trying to figure out where we are going. I'm resigned to sitting and
waiting for him to return to our little inn room; and when he does I'm gonna back him straight into the nearest wall and kiss him
and feel his tongue and taste his breath and feel his warmth.

It'll
be like my own little taste of heaven, though sometimes I wonder if even heaven
could be so sweet.